Jity of Coy

we understand how deeply it affects when judged. all the time. we understand how confining it is when bound by dogmatic rules. we understand it all, and in fact all the more now, in this tough time. i guess, we both stood against all these societal ropes in the past, for our mother's sake, but we were struggling against a mountain. hence, this time let's join hands. like, how we collectively pledged to stand against the pandemic, the very same way. we dreamt that everyone should be proud of who they are: bronze skin, lovely greys, gracious curves; only you have a say on that. we dreamt to shatter that hourglass obsession; that, you can liberate yourself to savor that extra piece of red velvet cake or even some pudding. we dreamt of a world where a woman can be separated or independent or a single mother or whoever she chooses to be, and no eyelids bat, let alone judge. our mothers are owed an apology and let's get them that by getting this world. let's march together for this an